Kalliste laughed at Amaretto's fall, propped him up and sat him in the nearby bar stool.
"Woooo weee. Now this is someone that just started today's work."
Two small glasses.. of it appeared, with a purplish.. radiating color.. with fumes coming out.
Kalliste smelled it and her mouth just twisted in utmost pleasure.
"Hmmm... Hmmm... Death at it's best."
She gave one of the glasses to Amaretto and with a toast, she said:
"Bottom's up."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop